Being a mom makes you paranoid.

This morning, I saw a spider climbing up the shower wall. "Spiders are good. They kill other bugs," said the voice in my head. The courteous voice that tells people the things you should say. Like "Don't litter." And "Be kind to the elderly." Then I thought that I honestly didn't know a great deal about spiders and what if this seemingly harmless brown spider went into the baby's room, bit her, and she had a terrible allergic reaction?

So I squished the spider and washed its remains down the drain.

Being a mom makes you paranoid. And a killer.